Jun 10, 2015
catafractatus
"ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ʙʀᴀᴜɴ," she says, voice stern. She doesn’t have to look up to know who it is. He has heavy feet, and she’s used to them by now. She’d known he was here before he even opened the door.
She glances up, but as soon as she does, her grumpy facade breaks.
“It’s been a while. Where’ve you been?” she asks, struggling against a fond grin. She can’t say much, really; she was late, too.